Chapter 314 I will take care of Mr. Zhang’s matter
"well,"
After sighing, Huang Yongyu slowly picked up the phone.
Tonight, everyone in the room was not in a good mood.
It was as if he had seen his own light-up moment in Zhang Boju's case.
In front of the coal stove, a tabby cat woke up.
He bowed forward, stretched his legs behind, and suddenly jumped onto the desk.
"Hey," Huang Yongyu smiled: "It's better for you, a little guy, to live comfortably."
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Pujiang TV Station, Director's Office.
The few people sitting here have not yet recovered from what Jiang Shan said.
Especially Gu Jianfen and Li Guyi.
After all, they came here to fight for Yanjing.
"Xiao Jiang," Li Guyi asked directly, "Who is this person you are talking about?"
Gu Jianfen: “Did he really donate half of the Forbidden City?”
Jiang Shan, who was dazed, raised his head and glanced at the two of them, and then continued to daze again.
At this moment, he remembered an article later published in the "Cultural Relics Newspaper": "84-year-old Zhang Boju died in the hospital because he was not of sufficient rank."
[In November 1979, Zhang Boju ushered in the dawn. In February 1980, he fell ill and was sent to the hospital again in 1982.
Zhang's lover, Pan Su, discussed with the doctor many times and applied for a quiet ward, but was rejected because the level was not high enough.
A few days after a pneumonia patient in the same ward died, Zhang Boju's condition deteriorated rapidly and he was announced to have passed away soon after.
Afterwards, Zhang Boju’s old classmates ran to the door of Peking University Hospital and yelled: Does your school know who Zhang Boju is? The materials he donated to your school alone were enough to build several hospitals.]
"That's what I'm telling you,"
Jiang Shan came to his senses and leaned on Gu Zhengzheng's desk: "Yanjing Normal University, I believe you two have seen it, right?"
Not only Gu Jianfen and Li Guyi nodded to show that they had met, but Gu Zhengzheng and Zhu Fengbo also nodded.
"The predecessor of Normal University was Fu Jen Catholic University, and the 15 acres of land on the Fu Jen Catholic University campus... once belonged to this old man."
Zhu Fengbo was shocked: "Real or false?"
"My God," Gu Jianfen said, "You are so generous!"
The more Li Guyi listened, the more curious he became: "Who is this old man?"
"He is Zhang Boju, one of the four young masters of the Republic of China," Jiang Shan said slowly, "a real top chaebol."
Gu Zhengzheng also became interested: "Besides him, who are the other three?"
"Pu Yi's cousin Pu Dong, Yuan Shikai's son Yuan Kewen, and Zhang Zuolin's son Zhang Xueliang are all wealthy owners who are not short of money."
"It's just that we're not short of money," Li Guyi said, "otherwise, how could we have donated half of the Forbidden City!"
When Jiang Shan mentioned this, he felt that he should explain: "Actually, when he said he donated half of the Forbidden City, he didn't mean the quantity, but the value."
Li Guyi understood: "In other words, what he donated are all first-class good things."
"A national treasure among national treasures, an old object with a sharp edge," Jiang Shan emphasized: "It is not a top-notch thing, and it is not rare for people to look at it."
"That's right," Gu Zhengzheng expressed his understanding: "You are already ranked as the Fourth Young Master, so your vision and experience are definitely no better than those of ordinary people."
"You have hit the point,"
Jiang Shan caught a cigarette flying from Gutai.
There was no rush, I just put it under my nose and smelled it.
Although, Jiangshan’s addiction to cigarettes is particularly suitable for this age of cigarette consumption.
But after all, there are still two lesbians sitting in the room who rely on their throats for food, so we should just endure it for now.
"When Zhang Boju was 29 years old, he liked to go shopping in Liulichang.
One day, a horizontal scroll hanging in an antique shop caught his attention.
With his eyes, he could tell at a glance that the "Congbi Mountain House" must have been written by Kangxi.
Without any hesitation, I spent 1,000 taels of gold to get this calligraphy.
This picture shows a house in Boju's family, which was originally the residence of the eunuch Li Lianying.
After Zhang Boju hung up the plaque of "Congbi Mountain House", it became Congbi Mountain House.
From that day on, Zhang Boju gave himself a nickname: Cong Bi!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Gu Jianfen smacked his lips after hearing this: "How rich is this person? He just has a thousand taels of gold."
"That's right," Li Guyi couldn't imagine: "I've only heard of people spending a thousand taels of silver before, but this is the first time I've heard of people spending a thousand taels of gold."
"His family runs a bank, how can he have no money?"
Jiang Shan's voice suddenly increased, and his expression looked like he was the one who opened the bank:
"It's hard to say that God has been really kind to Zhang Boju. The Zhang family and the Yuan family were originally famous families in Henan.
After the daughter of the Zhang family married Yuan Shikai's brother, the two families formed economic and political ties.
After Yuan Shikai became the governor, Zhang Boju's father, who was a Guangxu Jinshi, was transferred from the Ministry of Household Affairs.
Taking charge of the salt administration first, and then taking over the law and supervision, this is what we often call the public prosecutor..."
Several people on the sofa nodded together.
"When the farmers in Henan revolted against Yuan, his father Zhang Zhenfang could not bear to suppress it with force and was dismissed by Yuan Shikai," Jiang Shan continued:
"Although his official career was over, Zhang Zhenfang found some time off and began to concentrate on business.
In those days, there were four major banks in the north: Jincheng, Zhongnan, and Continental.
Another one is Zhang Zhenfang’s Tianjin Salt Bank, which is also a major bank that ranks first among the ‘Four Banks in the North’.”
Zhang Boju received all kinds of Western education since he was a child, and as an adult he worked in various warlords.
The strange thing is that not only does he not have any bad habits (whoring is not counted, it is just a hobby), he also wears a long commoner shirt every day and is polite and polite.
The only things that can arouse interest are Peking Opera, Go, calligraphy, painting appreciation... and spending money.
"This Mr. Zhang is different from the other three young masters. He neither smokes nor drinks, nor does he like gambling or doing business.
He was not merciless at all when it came to spending money, and he spent thousands of his family property just to keep a little bit of the family property of his ancestors."
"Why does this sound so awkward?" Gu Zhengzheng frowned: "Since all the family property has been dissipated, why are you still keeping the family property of your ancestors?"
"Master Zhang stands on a higher level. What he values is not his own small family, but the whole country."
"It's rare, it's rare." At this moment, Gu Zhengzheng began to be curious about another thing: "Then what did he donate that can be called half of the Forbidden City?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shan thought of a commendation list erected in the National Palace Museum in later generations.
This list honors the names of some people who have made outstanding contributions to the Forbidden City.
At this time, Wang Shixiang and Shen Congwen, who were sitting at Huang Yongyu's house, were both on the list.
And the one at the top of the list is naturally Zhang Boju, whom Jiang Shan is talking about right now.
"Zhang Boju, who is known as the best collector in the world, has extremely strict vision and will not accept anything less than top-notch calligraphy and painting," Jiang Shan continued:
"Once encountered, even if he abandoned his family and career, he would still take it. Therefore, the cultural relics he donated to the Forbidden City were often described as 'the only one'..."
Li Bai, the master of Li family, has the only authentic work "Up to the Balcony" that remains in the world.
The only ancient copybook that can exceed the value of "Lanting Preface" is "Pingfu Calligraphy" by Lu Ji of the Jin Dynasty.
The oldest existing landscape painting "Spring Outing" is also the pioneering work of green landscapes in my country.
Fan Zhongyan's only handed down calligraphy "Tao Fu Zan".
The only surviving landscape painting by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, "Returning to the Snow River".
Du Mu's "Zhang Hao Hao Poem" written to his first love is also his only ink mark.
There are also "Pictures of Prostitutes in the Palace of Wangshu" by Tang Bohu, "Pictures of Various Venerables" by Huang Tingjian, "Pictures of Three Friends" by Wen Zhengming...
To use Ma Weidu's words: All the world records set by China in various categories are incomparable to Mr. Zhang Boju's stuff, and there is no price at all if you take out any one.
"Everything is a national treasure. Even someone as wealthy as Zhang Boju has to spend all his family property to get it."
Li Guyi opened his mouth and listened for a long time, then asked: "Did you really dispose of all your family property?"
"No," Jiang Shan admitted that he couldn't do this: "But when he first started collecting, Zhang Boju didn't have this awareness until something happened..."
In 1936, Prince Gong's grandson Pu Xinsheyu (Yu) sold to the Japanese a piece of "White Picture of Shining Night" by Han Gan of the Tang Dynasty.
(Later resold by Erdao dealer Lu Qinzhai, it was included in the gallery in the American metropolis)
When Zhang Boju found out about this, he scolded him for a long time.
No matter what, we cannot tolerate such an important treasure hanging on the porch of another country.
From this moment on, Zhang Boju seemed to have discovered the mission of his existence.
From collecting for oneself, it has been upgraded to collecting for the country.
After some time, Puxinshe will be shipped again.
The cultural relic on the shelves this time is "Pingfu Tie".
Known as the oldest copybook in the world, Zhang Boju is naturally not the only one who cares about it.
On the other side, there is little Japan, which treasures Chinese civilization even more than we do.
"Being behind will not only be beaten, but also divided up," Jiang Shan understood. Several people in the room did not understand the twists and turns of the collection world:
"In foreign countries, collectors all know this saying. If you want to study the history of China, please go to Japan."
As soon as Jiang Shan said these words, those sitting there were stunned for a moment, and then they all darkened their eyes.
"These words are not groundless..." Jiang Shan's eyes also darkened, even in this day and age:
"Thousands of museums in Japan have collected more than 2 million cultural relics from our country, many of which are not even comparable to the National Palace Museum."
How could Gouchi, who had even obtained the "Preface to Dingwu Lanting", let go of the superior "Pingfu Tie"?
Fortunately, Zhang Boju, who was very wealthy, had lent Pu Xinshe 10,000 yuan for his turnover when he lost his mother.
When Zhang Boju came to ask for a painting, he agreed to give up "Ping Fu Tie" for 40,000 yuan.
However, it was precisely because of this "No. 1 Post in China" that Zhang Boju offended the Japanese.
Then, a kidnapping incident occurred that shocked Shanghai.
Zhang Boju was kidnapped at gunpoint by No. 76 on his way to the Shanghai branch for a meeting.
Although Wang Jingwei did not dare to do anything to Zhang Boju, he still let him stay in the cell for 8 months.
Finally, seeing that Zhang Boju would rather die than hand over the "Ping Fu Tie", he could only let him go free with 20 gold bars.
After coming out, Zhang Boju immediately ordered his wife to sew the "Pingfu Tie" into the quilt and flew back to Xi'an that night.
When Jiang Shan said this, his throat suddenly felt dry and itchy.
Before he could take action, Zhu Fengbo handed him a cup of tea.
"Actually, at this time, Zhang Boju's family is no longer as wealthy as before.
Another year later, a painting in the hands of antique dealer Ma Jichuan caught his attention again.
The founder of green ink painting, "Spring Outing" is here..."
At that time, Zhang Boju, whose financial resources were declining, urged the Forbidden City to take possession of it.
But Dean Ma Heng repeatedly complained that he couldn’t afford it, even if he paid zero!
I can't blame the dean for saying this, because the price released by Ma Jichuan was 800 taels of gold.
How could the 800 taels of gold during the war be comparable to this?
What's more, the Zhang Boju now is not the Zhang Boju before.
There is no other way, since you can't fight, you can only use your mouth.
Who would have expected that after being moved by reason and emotion, Ma Jichuan would not be moved at all.
Not only that, he also said that if Zhang Boju couldn't afford it, he would sell it to the Japanese.
"You know, this is what Zhang Boju can't bear to hear the most,"
Jiang Shan was holding a cup of tea, and everyone on the opposite side was staring at him, listening in fascination:
"He also ran out and spread the word that anyone who dared to sell calligraphy and painting to the Japanese would be a traitor and a sinner through the ages.
The city was full of uproar and chaos, and it really calmed down Ma Jichuan.
I had no choice but to ask the big shopkeeper of Mo Baozhai to come forward and lower the price to 200 taels of gold.
But because Zhang Boju had just sold his bank stocks and spent 110 taels of gold to buy Fan Zhongyan's "Taoist Praise",
Therefore, 200 taels of gold is still very difficult for him.
He gritted his teeth and sold his beloved ‘Congbi Mountain House’.
But even so, he still couldn't collect two hundred taels of gold.
After hearing his words, "Gold is easy to come by, and the national treasure is unique," Zhang Boju's wife immediately took out her jewelry box.
After selling 20 taels of gold, I took the "Spring Outing" home.
From this moment on, Zhang Boju really lived a golden life that is hard to come by.
Even Ma Jichuan couldn't help but said to him: Why bother?
Zhang Boju choked: How can this generation understand what I mean?"
"Actually, Zhang Boju donated more than just historical relics. When he served as the director of the Jilin Museum, he also brought over 30 calligraphy and paintings.
The dean of Gubo wanted to persuade these calligraphy and paintings to stay in Gubo, but Zhang Boju expressed embarrassment: Jibo did not have any decent collection at all.
It is precisely because of Zhang Boju's arrival that the Jilin Museum finally has some exhibits that can be put on the table."
"It seems," Gu Zhengzheng said with emotion: "This Zhang Boju not only contributed to the Forbidden City, but also made a great contribution to the Jilin Museum!"
"Who says it isn't?"
Jiang Shan smiled bitterly and changed the topic sharply: "But a person like this who devoted all his wealth to guarding the national treasure is...
After retiring from the Jilin Museum, Zhang Boju and his wife went to a commune in Jilin to study hard, and then restored their household registration in 1979.
After returning to Yanjing, Zhang Boju and his wife lived in a large courtyard.
At this time, the old man, who is already eighty-one years old, still generously comforts his relatives and friends from time to time: Eat enough and drink enough, and the world will be well."
At this point, there was silence in the office.
Then, there was another sigh.
Li Guyi raised his head and blinked hard.
And Gu Zhengzheng, after saying "Alas", lit another cigarette.
"Speaking of which, this uncle is really flexible and flexible. He can hold a cat and bask in the sun when he has nothing to do." Jiang Shan was really convinced:
"Sometimes I get some pens and ink from friends, and I happily write and draw with my wife. I get a lot of criticism from my neighbors for this."
"Alas," Gu Jianfen shook his head: "How could they know that the person who lives in the same hospital as them now was the owner who could even buy Fu Jen University."
"Don't talk about Fu Jen Catholic University," Zhu Fengbo followed: "Even the Forbidden City is brilliant because of him."
"What's the use?" Li Guyi said with a cold face: "In the end, no one knows him."
"That's right," Jiang Shan found a seat and sat down: "It's useless. The only ones who can remember Mr. Zhang are a bunch of old gentlemen. It's a pity..."
"What's the pity?" Seeing Jiang Shan stop talking, Li Guyi immediately looked over.
"It's a pity that they can't help!"
Then, those who knew they could not help continued to fall silent.
"Xiaojiang,"
Li Guyi's voice suddenly sounded: "Who are you, Zhang Boju?"
"He?" Jiang Shan Yi Zheng said, "I have an uncle who lives in Yanjing."
"Did your uncle call you just now?"
"Yes, the person my uncle admires most is his old friend."
"OK,"
Li Guyi, who was not smiling at all, stood up and walked to the phone: "Leave this matter to me!"
"Seriously?" Jiang Shan almost jumped up: "You are really my sister."
"Isn't it just a single ward?" Don't say that this person is related to Jiangshan. Even if he is not, Li Guyi has made up his mind:
